Sunday, April 24, 2011

World's apart

World's apart

The tattoos I wear are both my armor
and my art
Although existing on the same plane they
are world's apart
The warrior part of me needs the armor
for protection
Well the artist inside feeds the art for
my souls reflection
The armored facade gives me a feeling
of a false strength
Well the artistic visage keeps others
within arms length
A part of me wants to be left all alone
well the other half is scared
to return to an empty home
The audacity of me wanting
to be free
yet still have people to support me
throughout this disease
Strikes me as a thought process
that could only come from someone like me
Someone with both armor and art
that exist on the same plane
but are world's apart.